Make Mine Murder!

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To get around the rocky point he waded out to where the surf, smashing softly against his legs, dashed spray up onto his bare shoulders. The noon sun of the Mississippi Gulf Coast bit hard into his deeply tanned skin. Once around the point he moved back up to dry sand, hot against the toughened soles of his bare feet.

A hundred yards ahead he saw the long concrete pier of the Chez Shirley, standing tall above the reach of the storms, saw the tiny basin beside it, the brass fittings of the twin power launches glittering in the sun.

Except for the ceaseless wash of the sea, the day had a dead hot silence. On the pier he could see the glass enclosed area where they danced when the weather was bad, the open portion, green with plants, for the mild evenings when it was good to dance under the starlight over the sea.

The pier was arched where it crossed the beach and in the black shade it cast he saw the man sitting on a kitchen chair, tilted back against the heavy concrete column.

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